by Lauren Wood
Drex bit her neck hard and growled at her. “Oh Sara I think you’ll always enjoy this. I know I will always love touching your body.”
She laughed not feeling as embarrassed as one would think, but feeling as if she might have some sort of power over him. “I don’t doubt I’ll always enjoy it as well!”
Sara felt the throbbing of their veins against one another inside of her pussy walls and felt another climax rushing towards her. She pushed up her hips and he begun thrusting into her too. They yelled out together as they went over the edge together. She could feel his sperm as it hit the walls of her cunt.
He held her close to him and they both were trying to catch their breath. Neither of them spoke for several minutes.
Finally Sara sighed loudly and said. “That was amazing.” She couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“Yeah I know it really was!” Drex laughed. “I have to say the times I’ve had sex with Earth women in the past was nothing compared to that! Hell nothing compared to many species!”
“Just how many women have you slept with?” Sara looked at him.
“Remember that I’m 650 years old according to my species right?” He asked, he didn’t like the look on her face, he knew danger when he saw it.
Sara relaxed a minute and remembered that. The fact was that Drex looked like he was all of 24; she had to remember he wasn’t. She felt her body as the tension was released. “Your right, I’m sorry. But still how many? No, on second thought I don’t care.” Sara said.
Drex laughed. “Just know that I’ve never felt that way before having sex with anyone. Please keep that in mind because that was so amazing!”
She laughed and agreed without words but only shaking her head in agreement.
“Well I guess I better get you home now.” Drex said a little later.
He took her straight into her living room and she smiled. “I like that way of travel, it is so nice and quick!” Sara said.
“It is quick. I’ve had a great night, and I really look forward to having you as my wife. I’ll come over tomorrow if you would like.” He said.
“Why do you have to go now? You can stay the night.” Sara smiled. She pictured him with her on top of him and moving in slow motion as they made love.
“I saw that, and I must admit I like the idea. Sure I’ll stay over, but I can’t promise that you will get much sleep!” Drex laughed deeply.
Sara growled at the sound of his laughter. “That’s so sexy when you laugh like that; it makes me want to jump you.”
“Well I don’t have any clothes on, so why not?” He said and held his hands out to the side.
She pulled him into the other room and they created the scene she had thought of just a few minutes before.
Chapter 5
Sara woke up in the morning; she was snuggled up against Drex’s chest. She rocked her butt back and forth against him. She could feel his dick wake up in between her legs.
“I thought maybe last night was just a dream.” She murmured.
“Does that feel like a dream to you?” He whispered into her ear.
She shook her head no and then let him invade her again. His touches warmed her up quickly and she had several orgasms.
“I have to go for a bit later on today. Get everything ready for tomorrow. I hope you don’t mind.” Drex said.
“No I don’t mind, I really need to call Jen and tell her the news. Is it okay if her and a few other friends come to it?” She asked.
“Yes, please just remember you can’t say anything about the choice you had to make last night.” He said.
“I know, but honestly, I made the decision I wanted to make anyway.” She smiled brightly.
“Really, you would have married me even if you didn’t know that?” He asked her looking surprised.
“I could just feel a connection with you right away. I’ve made some really dumb choices before, but if I stop trying, I may never find the right one. You seem so much more right then the two serious relationships I’ve had recently. I know you aren’t dating me for my money. Hell you already said that we’ll live most of the year on the ship. Coming back here once in a while, well you aren’t going to want my money, or even need it. That is a good thing. But it was your eyes and the way they mesmerize me. Well we can’t forget about your touch either. Even before we made love your touch did something to me.” Sara admitted.
“You know I felt the same way too. When you liked the present I brought you that was something that made me relaxed as well. I felt that you were an honest woman, someone who would never hide anything from me. I know you don’t like not being able to tell your friends the truth, but just trust me on it. No matter if you swear to them that you love me after that, they will never believe you.” He stated.
“I know they wouldn’t believe me. But I think they will believe me jumping into something so quickly. They may think it’s a bad choice, but once they meet you, they should feel better.” Sara said.
“I don’t know it really depends on if they like me or not. They might feel I’m out for something. I’ve studied a lot of humans in the past and they have a tendency to do that.” He explained.
“Your right. We do have a tendency to be a pretty shallow species. Well it doesn’t matter I want to marry you and tomorrow I’ll be your wife!” Sara kissed him on the cheek.
He left and she picked up the phone to call Jen.
“Hey, so it’s the morning after, it seems like someone did something more than she expected!” Jen laughed as she answered the phone.
“Oh Jen I can’t even tell you how amazing he is, really. I know you won’t believe me but I think he’s the one.” Sara said.
“Well they did have such high match accuracy. Looks like they hit another one out of the park!” Jen said.
“I know.” Sara cringed as she said the words. Though she had done it without the threat really meaning much, she knew Jen would see it another way. “So we are going to marry tomorrow.” Sara slide in and waited for her friend’s reaction.
“Tomorrow, isn’t that awfully quick?” Jen asked.
“He’s going back to his ship and won’t be able to come back this way for another year at least. So I don’t want to miss the chance for happiness and lose a year of what we could have together.” Sara said. It had been something they had come up with last night as they talked.
“Well do I get to come? Also will you go back with him then? Does that mean I won’t see you for a year?” Jen said the questions in quick unison. Sara almost missed them all.
“Of course you’ll be able to come to the wedding, I would never allow it to happen without you being my maid of honor. I will go with him to the ship, but I can visit if I want. He just may not be able to come with me, or he might. Their rules change when the men get married.” Sara explained.
“This is great. So what will you wear?” Jen asked.
“Why don’t you come over and help me pick something out, or better yet I’ll meet you at the mall!” Sara said.
“Alright I can be there in half an hour.”
She hung up the phone and went to get ready to go shopping.
Epilogue
The next day she wore a peach colored dress that flowed down to floor.
“You look beautiful.” Drex said to her as they stood in front of the church. It was on the ship, and he had brought anyone she had wanted. All the guests were amazed by looking out of the windows and seeing a brand new universe around them.
“Can we take pictures of all of this?” Jen’s husband had asked Drex when they had first come on board.
“Sure of course you can.” He had stated.
Sara smiled over at him. “Thank you very much. This is an amazing wedding. I have to say in all my years I would never imagine I would get married in space.”
“I only want the best for you for all our lives.” He kissed her.
THE END
BARBARIAN LUSTY LOVE
Chapter 1
> I spent my entire life pleasing only myself. Admittedly, I have been selfish. But the truth is, I was actually scared. Scared of building myself up onto a pedestal only to secure my own demise. I always found it much easier to maintain low standards. It is hard for people to expect much from you when all you have ever done is glide. That way, no one gets hurt.
As of today, I wish I had done more.
The call came in late last night minutes after escaping the pursed lips of a drunken German. Granted, he was compelling and intelligent. His square jawline, blonde hair, and blue eyes immediately captured my attention. I let him smile at me, which apparently was a global stamp of approval allowing him to break the communication barrier.
“Hallo liebling.”
I jolted as his hand found the small of my back.
“Sorry, English. No German.” I lied, turning back to my drink.
I heard this term of endearment more times than I could count since I landed in Hamburg last week. My own blonde hair and blue eyes screamed Fräulein and apparently I had a sign on my forehead that read Single. But I wasn’t interested in the mindless bar-conversation that tended to lead to one thing: the bedroom.
“Felix.” He ignored and offered me his cold, clammy hand.
Uneasily I shook it using only my fingertips. “Pleasure.” I turned away.
“You haven’t told me your name yet.” His accent was rich and heavy.
“I hoped you didn’t speak English.” I blurted seeing no reason to string him along.
“Funny.” He laughed and hopped up onto the stool beside me.
Why did guys always think I was trying to be funny? I was being blunt and honest. I was trying to avoid this very thing: conversation.
“So tell me funny-girl, where are you from?” He snapped his fingers to grab the bartender’s attention.
“I don’t know my address.” I sipped back the remainder of my beer and reached for my jacket. Felix placed his hand on my arm in attempt to stop me.
“No name and no address.” He smiled. “So you’re funny and mysterious.”
“No, I’m uninterested and exhausted.” I snapped back shrugging into my jacket.
“Bartender, zwei Bier!” He turns back to me. “Just one drink?”
I look at the door and then back at Felix. He was sort of handsome, in a college frat boy way. And who was I to pass up a free beer? I sat.
The bartender slid the beers along the counter toward us and Felix smoothed out a crumpled bank note against his thigh before tossing it to him.
I reach for my beer but Felix snatches it before I do.
“You get a free drink on one condition.” He pauses. “You tell me your name.”
“Kate.” I pulled my beer free from his clammy hand and bring it to my lips. Drinking might be the only thing that helped me survive the ten minutes of bar-talk with Felix.
“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”
Cliché.
My beer was half gone by now. Only minutes remained before I would receive the phone call that changed my life.
“You really don’t say much.” He reached out and tucked a piece of wavy blonde hair behind my ear.
I don’t like being touched. I pulled away.
“I’m only here for the free beer.” I rhymed and raised my near-empty glass in the air.
With the glass back to my lips, I sucked back the rest of the ale in a hurry to escape this touchy, space invading, German.
“Well Felix.” I turned back toward him. “Thanks for the drink.”
I got to my feet and he followed suit. Before I could protest his arms were around my waist and he was leaning over me with loose lips.
Then my phone rang. Saved by the bell. Or so I thought.
“Excuse me,” I smiled and wiggled my waist out of his reach.
Once outside, the cool November air filled my lungs. I breathed in deeply in attempt to eliminate the foul stench of smoke that lingered in the bar.
I fumbled around my bag in search of my mobile. Buried deep under ticket stubs and expired granola bars, I brought the device to my ear.
“Hello?”
“Hello, my name is Lieutenant Hooper. I am looking to speak to Kate Alley.” A woman’s voice spoke sweetly yet sternly.
“Speaking.”
“Ms. Alley, I understand that you are currently abroad and I apologize for the timing of this phone call.” Lieutenant Hooper exhaled. “We have some bad news about your parents.”
***
My parents’ decision was to be cremated in event of an accident. There was no ceremonial burial, no flowers, and no fuss. We had no family remaining. Mom and Dad were each an only-child and my grandparents had passed when I was young. There were no aunts, uncles, or cousins to mourn the loss of my parents. I was the only Alley remaining.
It had been more than four years since I stepped down on American soil. After my high school graduation I packed my bag and never returned.
Mom and Dad always called to check in on special occasions such as birthdays, Christmas, and Easter. With every phone call came the desperate question, “When are you coming home?”
Home: This is a word I would never fit into. I never stayed anywhere long. When people started remembering my name, I took it as a sign to move on. Habitually my bag would be packed and I would disappear with the next rising sun.
Now standing here, alone, I felt unfamiliarity. For the first time, I was regretful. Mom called me last Christmas with pre-purchased tickets that would take me from the beaches of Thailand to the cold winter of North Dakota. Unsurprisingly, I didn’t show.
The breeze picked up sending my hair into a spiraling mess. A slumped down to the ground and rested my head on the tombstone behind me.
Cathleen and Kevin Alley
2370-2416
Beloved parents of Kate
I traced my fingers along the engraving.
Beloved parents of Kate.
BelovedparentsofKate.
Beloved. Parents. Of. Kate.
I was uncertain if my parents requested this inscription on purpose. Perhaps in hopes that in their afterlife they would be reminded that they did in fact have a daughter. Or maybe it was my Mom and Dad’s way of reminding me that I did in fact have parents.
I continued tracing daughter in attempt to make the word sink in. I had parents who loved me and supported me. They asked nothing of me except the occasional visit which I tirelessly declined. This was the first time I realized that even through all of my coasting in life, I did indeed unintentionally succeed at letting them down. I traced daughter until my fingertip went numb.
Mom and Dad had always been good to me. In fact, they were exceptional parents. They didn’t deserve to be treated the way I treated them.
I remember at four years old I would watch my mother getting ready before a date night with Dad. The babysitter would be waiting impatiently downstairs but I didn’t care. I loved watching Mom.
She would get me to brush her long blonde hair one hundred times until it shone in the light of the moon. I would count one, two, three – slowly, careful to annunciate every number just right. Meanwhile she would primp herself and apply her makeup. Mom was the most beautiful person I had ever met in my life. I think it was because she didn’t exactly know it. It was a simple, unrecognized beauty and I longed for that.
When I was ten, Dad would always sneak me out of the house when Mom wasn’t paying attention. He would smuggle me and take me to R-rated movies. We would eat way too much popcorn and end up crawling back to the front doorstep with our bellies full of popcorn and minds saturated with gory films. Mother’s intuition never failed, that or we were terrible liars. Either way, Mom always caught us and we would each get sent to our rooms.
The clouds hung heavy overhead casting darkness through the cemetery. For an instant, I could have sworn I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry.” My voice was in a low whisper. I tucked my hands in my pockets, peeling myself away f
rom being a daughter. Fighting back the tears, I got to my feet and kissed my parents goodbye.
***
It had been a sunny November weekend when Mom and Dad hopped on their motorcycle with intention of grabbing some ice cream. The driver of the Cadillac was scolding his children in the back seat when the collision occurred.
Killed instantly. No suffering. Those were the phrases Lieutenant Hooper chanted in my ear. The words clung to my memory and like a bad gum commercial, I played them over and over again in my head.
For the first time, it saddened me that my entire life fit into one bag. I held it tight between my knees not willing to let it out of my sight.
Impatiently, I waited in the stale, crowded station. Fifteen minutes remained before I would be called to the portal room. These were my last few minutes I would spend on Earth.
Around me, women sat with their eager children shushing them and telling them they would see their daddies soon enough.
Ever since the portal rooms had opened to the public two hundred years ago, people flocked to the idea of experiencing life outside of Earth. Right away, men took advantage to find work on neighboring planets. The demand for iron was rapidly growing and resources were becoming slim on Earth. With portal access, many men left home with hopes of finding work on Mercury.
Over time, people viewed portals as a comfortable means of travel. Popular tourist destinations such as France and Italy had become mundane. The thrill of space tore many people away from Earth. Most were reluctant to return so the population began to dwindle on Earth.
These are the reasons I took to travelling. I could find solace and peace standing in front of sites, such as Stonehenge or the Eiffel Tower, which would traditionally be overcrowded with tourists. Now, they remained abandoned and forgotten. With the population using space travel, I was able to experience life on Earth to its fullest.